Why is it that when we talk
you can never look me straight in the eye

No matter how thick and dark
the clouds are
the sun will make its way through

Whatever you decide to do
the choice is yours

Seing two old people
holing hands
married for over 50 years
isn't that wonderful

I always picture us growing old together
life had different plans for us

You and I moved on
we have not been in touch
why is it when you hear something bad
you assume it's me spreading the news

True love
is two people standing strong
nothing and nobody
can't break them apart

Life does not come with guarantees
we have to be willing to take a chance
and hope for the best

Time heals all wounds
I still ask myself from time to time
what happened?

Nobody is perfect
we all make mistakes
life is a journey
chosen our own road